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Jun 2018 · 402
barbed wire fence
destiny Jun 2018
You love to watch people suffer from the pain you have caused them.
You love to have people try to help only to be scorched by your burns.
You love to hurt.
I guess you’re just another reason why I keep my heart with me.
Give it to no one else.
Wrap it in barb wire and never let it stray too far.
My heart is mine.
If I share it with anyone else I fear I won’t have one left to keep me alive.
Jun 2018 · 276
Violent Emotions
destiny Jun 2018
How can one person hold so much power over you?
I feel as though once you trust someone,
Once you let them in,
You have given them a piece of you.
A piece of your heart that they’ll have forever.
They can do what they please with it.
You chose to keep it close.
You chose to slowly tare at it later by layer until there’s nothing left,
Leaving me with nothing but painful memories.
Friends can break hearts too
Jun 2018 · 414
box of happiness
destiny Jun 2018
If I could capture happiness in box
It would go something like this,
It would smell like freshly baked cookies just coming out of the oven.
Take a sip and it would taste like a cold glass of water after a day in the thick sticky heat.
If you listen to it you would hear the most alluring song sung by the most mischievous of sirens.
Pour it out into your hand and it would feel like the kiss of sunlight through the chilly air.
But what would this box look like?
This box would look like you.
To the person I’m yet to meet
Jun 2018 · 544
Medicated haze
destiny Jun 2018
Depression tastes like disappointment,
Anxiety smells like ****,
OCD feels like Groundhog Day,
And anorexia looks like art .
You learn to ‘live’ and ‘cope’,
And you learn to fill your days,
You swallow more drinks and pop more pills and live through a medicated haze.
Jun 2018 · 409
Ana
destiny Jun 2018
Ana
I used to wake up every morning with the bitter taste of yesterday’s guilt still lingering in my mouth.
I used to touch my body as I looked at my lifeless reflection in that deceptive pane of glass.
I used to wish and hope and pray as I pressed my feet onto that cold glass scale that I would be another pound closer to death.
I never ate.
I did everything I could to keep myself from doing so.
Hungry?
20 sit-ups.
Stomach growling?
Get out of the house.
Faint?
Take a nap.
ATE SOMETHING!?
You fat **** go run until you *****.
Why did I do this?
I don’t know.
Was it because I hated myself?
Maybe.
Was it for attention?
Maybe.
Was it just another way for me to self destruct?
Maybe.
You tell me.
But I’ll tell you one thing.
Starving yourself is not ******* worth any of it.
Jun 2018 · 518
Trivial
destiny Jun 2018
Some people need to belittle others to make themselves feel a fraction bigger.

Those are the people that are truly small.
Jun 2018 · 252
young mind
destiny Jun 2018
The truth is,
I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.
But then again,
No one truly does.
Jun 2018 · 551
be all end all
destiny Jun 2018
Do you ever just want it to stop?
The suffering,
The pain,
The numbness.
I do.
I want it all to end.

Sometimes I can't tell if my heart is filled with so much love or so much pain and I hate that.

I've tried you know, to die.
Many times,
Trust me it is not worth it.
I know that I don't want to die.
I just want all of the suffering to stop.
The pain,
The emptiness I feel in my chest.
But I don't know how to make it go away.
And I fear it never will.
Jun 2018 · 434
truth is subjective
destiny Jun 2018
Truth is subjective
Your mouth says I love you,
But our heart says I love your body,
I love the way you make me look ,
I love that you take me back even after I shatter your heart time and time again.
You may think you love me ,
But truth is subjective
to the boy who broke me
Jun 2018 · 239
Nick
destiny Jun 2018
You are to me like fire is to an insect,
You attract me and give me nothing but burns.
My judgement muted by the volume of my lonely heart.

You gave me euphoria,
For a while,
Then you gave me misery.
You took down the walls that I built and then lit my heart on fire.
You gave me absolute destruction.
You caused me absolute devastation .

Yet still I can’t help but wonder,
Was it me?
Did I let you ruin me?
Did I let you shatter my heart?
Did I give you reason?
No.
It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault.

So why am I sorry?
Why am I sorry for hurting?
Why am I sorry for hating myself?
Why do I feel sorry that you hurt me like this.
Ripped out my ******* heart and tossed it to your friends to stomp all over and do what they like.
Why am I sorry for ever giving you my love when I knew you didn’t care?

And why can I not take it back,
Why do I still love you?
to the boy who broke me
Jan 2018 · 495
Braille
destiny Jan 2018
You graze your rough finertips over my body, my cuts, my scars
You gaze deep into my eyes
You read them like Braille
You make sense of them
The words I write on my body
The stories I tell
The words that don’t make sense out loud
So I write them as lines
Ingrained into my body my body
As Braille
That only you can read
Jan 2018 · 4.8k
Dear life
destiny Jan 2018
Dear life, you could say we don’t have the best relationship,

You are dark, you are hard, you are unfair, and you are even suffocating at times.

You make me feel small, you make me feel helpless and you make me feel broken.

You throw things at me, you are mean to me and you give me heart ache.

But you are also light, you are also beautiful and you are also extraordinary.

Dear life,
You are the reason that I laugh,
You are the reason that I see light,
You are the reason that I feel the warmth of hugs, and you are the reason I am here today.

Dear life, I will survive you.

I see darkness because I know light, I feel sadness because I’ve felt joy. I feel broken because I’ve felt whole. And anyway, some of the best cups of coffee are chipped.

You throw things at me because you know Im good at catching.

Dear life,
You are not unfair, without all of the wicked seeming things that you toss my way I would not be able to recognise the good and the beautiful in you.

Dear life, I love you.

You are a journey, an adventure, you are excitement, mystery, joy and love all bundled up in one.

You are a roller coaster, you are scary, you are fun, you make me scream with fear and with joy.

Dear life,
Thank you for giving me my lows so I can recognise my highs.

Thank you for giving me late night car rides with the music blasting, for giving me stomach aching and breath taking laughs, for giving me 2nd chances.

Thank you for creating babies and puppies and art and music and love and even pain.

Thank you for giving me the chance to live you.

Dear life,
The most beautiful things always hurt, even roses have thorns

Sometimes there seems to be more dark than light in you these days but there is light and I will heal and sometimes the healing is the aching.

Dear life, you are worth living

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